Bleah Bleah Bleah
After listening to the puerile crap that Amanda Blair spits out on the radio, and occasionally reading her utterly hilarious column in the Sunday Mail, I'm now convinced that ole Mandy is the media equilvant of the drunken old sot who sits in the front bar spewing out his own views of the world and general philosophy to anyone unlucky enough to be in earshot. When challenged on her often inaccurate views and opinions, Mandy instantly ignores what's before her and insists that she's right and the rest of the world is wrong. The squeaky voiced one believes she's important, and funnily enough some clowns in the media also share this view.
Or do they?
Well actually, they probably don't. What Mandy does is appeal to those less educated than herself, and there are a few of those. She hasn't got a lot to say, but she'll insist on saying it loudly. Luckily for her the idiot fringe, the bogans and the drug addicts all love her to bits, so they keep her in a job. And good ole Mandy, as short as she is in stature and as lightweight she is mentally, continues her reign as the Adelaide version of the Local Front Bar Drunk.
Long may she reign!!! Oh, and I'll save your eyes from having to peek at her. trust me, you're missing nothing at all, unless you enjoy peeking at short arsed, plain faced know it alls.